Saturday, January 8, 2011


She always smiles.
The life of the party.
Yet walks alone back to her house.
You see her out,
she waves as she says hello,
but in her heart she feels alone.
Always the odd one out
Always so sweet.
Always so kind.
No one would ever guess.
She feels solo. So low.
She begs to be taken away.
Hates all the need inside.
Knows Jesus' the answer
But the devil calls
and she runs to hear his voice
If she could take it away
leave this fear to her past
believe some other way
know herself
befriend the enemy that lies inside
then she wouldnt be so low. Solo

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